Venice reminds me of life, there are so many water roads, round and round they go, the pathways have dead ends but the waterways flow endlessly. Maybe we need to jump off the path sometimes, and let the waterways take us away with the tides.

What do you think of or feel when you hear someone say they are proud of you, embarrassed or feel uncomfortable? Funny isn't it how we are so hardwired to simply not accept another’s kind thoughts of us, but when criticism comes our way we are so quick to take that on board!